Local Mage of Doom

Windy - Mage of Doom Pfp by: wormstuck

[windy-trickster]

🎐 Account Intro + DNI + Artist Info🎐

Hello hello! Name’s Windy! I’m an artist, writer and avid oc maker! - He/They - Pansexual - Young adult This is my fantroll rp blog! I’m making this blog for my enjoyment and will be incredibly selective with who I decide to rp/plot with. You can still ask, but there’s a small chance I’ll actually accept unless I’m already close/friends/etc with you. ⭐ Muses + Extra ⭐ Masterpost [Muses]: Trolls / Ancestors Masterpost [Ships]: Here Masterpost 2 [Ships]: Here Ancestor Archive: Here The Villa: Here ☁️ Account Details ☁️ - I am 18+ - Most of my content will be either fandom/oc [Either art or writing] - If I make art for you and you share it onto other platforms [Insta/Twitter/etc], please simply refer to me as “James” and don’t link back to my Tumblr account [This is bc there’s people I don’t want back into my life] - If you make art for ME and you share it somewhere else, please don’t like it back to my Tumblr account. Simply say the character belongs to someone named “James” [D*vianr*rti s a blacklisted site for me, too much trauma] 🌑 NEVER INTERACT DNI 🌑 - Pro shippers - Racists - Homo/Transphobes - Anyone who’s against LGBTQ - Sexists ☀️ Artist Details☀️ Requests: Depends Art Trades: Always open Design Trades: Always open Commissions: TBD Collabs: Always open

[windy-trickster]

Kinda wanna do fantroll rps... If anyone wants to toss me a starter...

[windy-trickster]

Officially on Chittr with a new girl of mine! Will DM her profile to anyone who wants to interact with her!

[windy-trickster]

My bestie @/ddizzyalternia was talking to me about the Chittr and I am. Very tempted to do it now. I just need a test dummy.

[windy-trickster]

Poking in just to remind you that you're amazing: youre loved: and you deserve the world!! Don't let anyone darken your spark!!!

Thank you, anon. That's very sweet of you to say!!! Don't let anyone darken your spark as well, mkay?

[mik-mania]

balls

[windy-trickster]

Cervin! How do you usually take your coffee?

"Bl a ck a nd bitter."

[windy-trickster]

Grab Bag Judgement Meme!

Put a troll into the bag, get someone to judge them! -> Reblog as many times as you'd like! [Do not spam please] -> No need for judge backs, but appreciated! -> If there's any info about your troll you'd like me to know, leave it in the tags of your reblog!

[mageofspacemultiverse]

Have a creature! The Voidmage says hello :)

[windy-trickster]

"~ A mage???? That's soOo coOooOol!!! Can yoOou doOo any coOooOo tricks? Spells? What doOo yoOou knoOow?" -> They step forward quickly, bouncing excitedly on their heels! Oh my, this one has so much energy!!! "~ Squeeeee!!!! >V<!!!!! DoOo yoOou have any weird dreams? I have plenty oOof them!!! YoOou loOooOok pretty toOooOo!!!!! 10/10 froOom me!!!"

[windy-trickster]

TOKOKI

what's the hardest part of being with your quads?

"♡ A certain OLIVEBLOOD I happen to know!!!! And love a lot!!!!! Can get on my nerves sometimes!!!!!!!! But besides that...? Nothing much... ♡" "♡ I still adore my moirail too mind you!!!! Don't think I don't!!!!!! ♡"

[windy-trickster]

Cassia have you ever thought of decorating your aid with small shells?

"⤥ No. ⤣" "⤥ Never. ⤣" -> Her responses are short, clipped.

[windy-trickster]

Grab Bag Judgement Meme!

Put a troll into the bag, get someone to judge them! -> Reblog as many times as you'd like! [Do not spam please] -> No need for judge backs, but appreciated! -> If there's any info about your troll you'd like me to know, leave it in the tags of your reblog!

[virana-fantrolls]

₊˚ ཐི Fenrir Catrel ཋྀ ˚₊

He serves as the keeper of the Imperium’s military archives. Though his rank is only that of a major, his deep expertise in preservation and electronic systems has earned him this role. He doesn’t see himself as extraordinary just an ordinary troll trying to get through each day as best he can.

[windy-trickster]

-> He stares, considering carefully as to what he'll say about this troll before him. "You dress nice." -> He comments, eyes moving up and down the other's form. "For a milit a ry troll you a t le a st know how to dress nicely a nd not look like a m a sssive prick." "A nd you're a n a rchivist a s well? I guess th a t's ONE thing we h a ve in common... You seem... Decent. 6/10."

[windy-trickster]

Sherco! What's your thoughts on space and other planets? Does traveling somewhere else interest you at all?

"0)-> Space seems really c00l, yeah! W0uld l0ve t0 g0 up there 0n my 0wn terms s0meday! <-(0"

[windy-trickster]

hi Cassia!! Can I see some of your seashells? :)

"⤥ Of course! ⤣" -> She beams, grabbing a small bag and pulling it open for you. -> Inside was a pretty large collection of seashells despite the small size of the bag! Colorful ones, duller ones, rounded ones, ones with some funny looking edges and such! One even looked heart-shaped...

[muttsalternia]

-> She can hear the noise, the commotion, her matesprite's up to something, isn't she? She breathed out, making her way towards the sounds. "Mi☽0ruu?" - @windy-trickster

The workshop is in a right state of disarray. Tools are cluttered about, most scuffed and re-wrapprd in a valiant attempt to salvage their usage. Several workbenches are littered with old parchments done in charcoal and ink - and several prototypes of soqme form of traps or small gadgets are strewn about.

And in the middle of it all, a Limeblood is half leaned over one of the most prominent benches. Head somewhat tilted down to a scrawl of notes and diagrams. The sound of the Jadeblood woman's voice cuts through the fog within Mioruu's mind. Slowly, as if caught redhanded, those goggle-clad eyes shift to glance at Celest.

"Ah- Cel! I didn't, think y(o-o)u'd- c(o-o)me p(o-o)ppin' y(o-o)ur pretty head in here. G(o-o)g, such a mess I kn(o-o)w- was I being t(o-o)(o-o) loud?"

A strained smile crosses her lips, followed by a breathless chuckle that lacks any true mirth.

[windy-trickster]

"N☽0." -> She looked around and lifted up her dress a little, making her way over to her matesprite. Her expression was tense, eyes shifting around nervously, as if she was scanning, searching, looking for something, someone, that could be possibly hiding away. -> She sighed, shaking her head and looking down at her matesprite. She's worried, scared. "Have... Y☽0u f☽0und ☽0ut anything ab☽0ut that knife?"

[muttsalternia]

Celest would only want the truth, wouldn't she? That sat heavy and ugly in Mioruu's throat, down to her bloodpusher. She remained quiet for a few beats, it almost seemed as if she would dismiss it. Not out of cruelty, but moreso to try valiantly to keep the illusion of her being protective, of being the still-clever, still-tough.

But now she was out of her depth, shaken, and on top of it - Celest was scared. That's what dug deep into her consciousness.

"That knife? Yeah, that..." Mioruu's brow was slick with a faint gloss of sweat, fingers twitching against the surface of the desk. She looks at her matesprit right in the eyes, before glancing towards the desk. The prototype remains in front of her, material glinting in the dim light of her work station.

"F(o-o)rmal name? Can't say, but it's purp(o-o)se? I mean, hell, it's never supp(o-o)sed t(o-o) be a wh(o-o)le piece like this. A whole(o-o)le knife (o-o)f the stuff. It's usually used just t(o-o) (o-o)nly c(o-o)at and line a blade,(o-o)r t(o-o)(o-o)l. It's known for being t(o-o)ugh, barely scratches, keeps sturdy... Stuff that lasts f(o-o)r... T(o-o) l(o-o)ng."

Mioruu grabs the handle of it, letting the blade shine in the light. There's a crease at the corner of her lips, and there's a green mark at her bottom lip from where she must've bitten down and chewed at it.

"That's n(o-o)t the c(o-o)ncerning part. It's the scarcity of it... This? Y(o-o)u don't just find it (o-o)n the gr(o-o)und, or buy it from s(o-o)me market. Y(o-o)u either l(o-o)(o-o)t already p(o-o)lished material, (o-o)r..."

"Y(o-o)u g(o-o) and find the s(o-o)urce of it raw. And, by the l(o-o)(o-o)ks of it... S(o-o)me(o-o)ne is sniffing ar(o-o)und for it. And... Those folks? They ain't ever kind."

Not to potential competition, but also. Not if they find out something else lurking out here... Something with rich, lime-hued liquid gold running through their veins. Something that could probably, easily, fetch far more than any stupid rock or mineral.

[windy-trickster]

-> Oh. That didn't sit well with her, not in the slightest. Her mouth pulled into a thin line as she listened to her matesprite talk and talk, her fangs almost appearing to disappear within her mouth. -> She hates this. -> She doesn't like where this could be going. "S☽0." -> She began, trying to pick and choose her words carefully. All of this was... A lot for her, maybe a little too much, but she couldn't just ignore this. They could be in serious danger. "I... I feel like there's a chance we're in really big danger, Mi☽0... And I just- I d☽0n't kn☽0w. I'm scared."

[muttsalternia]

"I'm,"

Mioruu trails off. The limeblood takes a breath. That fear, utter dread, is palpable and thick on her tongue. It makes her ill. She forces herself away from the desk, letting the found knife drop onto the metal tabletop as she crosses the room to where Celest is.

"I'm trying t(o-o) get s(o-o)mething w(o-o)rked (o-o)ut for us, Cel, I am," Her voice is as earnest as she can make it, but the smile of comfort she offers doesn't reach easily. But she's trying, so hard, for her. For them both. Mioruu reaches a calloused hand up to Celest's cheek, allowing her thumb to gently caress a light swipe across her cheek.

If the scattered traps and plans across the place was anything to go by, if the fact Mioruu has been pacing around here like a restless soul has been any indicator... Then she truly was. But they couldn't just run or leave, not with this terrain. Not without being caught worse off by either whoever was snooping around or by the natural terrors of the barrenlands.

...

"D(o-o) y(o-o) trust me t(o-o) keep y(o-o)u safe?"

[windy-trickster]

"☽0f c☽0urse I d☽0." -> Honest. Celest has always been an honest troll, she'd hate herself if she ever told a lie, no matter how small it could possibly be. She's not a liar, she hates lying in general. "I just..." -> She looked away, her hands coming together as the Midblood played with her own fingers. "I just... W☽0rry that even with defenses, s☽0mething bad will happen. There's this... Sinking feeling in my st☽0mach."

[muttsalternia]

"Hey,"

"Y(o-o)u kn(o-o)w, n(o-o) matter what... I'll be here, always, f(o-o)rever and as l(o-o)ng as I can be," Even when the Jadeblood looked away, Mioruu kept her own gaze steady. Letting Celest process it all, not forcing her gaze back to meet her own, and overall just being there. Her hand moved from her matesprit's cheek to settle lightly on one shoulder. Giving a tentative squeeze, as if to affirm her presence.

"I l(o-o)ve y(o-o)u, s(o-o), s(o-o) much,"

[windy-trickster]

-> She fell silent, her eyes lingering on her lover's hand before she finally seemed to relax, her shoulders slumping and her entire body softening up. She could trust Mioruu, she always could. "I l☽0ve y☽0u t☽0☽0..." -> She smiled softly, moving closer to her matesprite and hugging onto the smaller woman tightly,, resting her head atop of her lover's. "Thank y☽0u."

[muttsalternia]

"H(o-o)w ab(o-o)ut this, mh? We get'cha nice and c(o-o)mfy, and I'll finish up in the sh(o-o)p... Get the sens(o-o)rs 'n traps laid (o-o)ut, and I'll be right with y(o-o)u inside, m'kay?"

The Limeblood nuzzled up under Celest's chin, pressing a chaste kiss against her jawline. Right, yeah, easy does it. Mioruu has got this. Finish the traps, set them around, catch the perp who's snooping around and be done with it! Once its set, it's all about protecting her beloved Jadeblood.

[windy-trickster]

"Alright... That s☽0unds nice..." -> She tilted her head slightly at the kiss, a soft giggle escaping from her. This felt nice, having her mind and body be put at ease by her matesprite's words. "I'll g☽0... Rest in the living r☽0☽0m..."

[muttsalternia]

That's much better. Hearing that delightful little giggle seemed to perk Mioruu back up. She gave one last little nuzzle, before reluctantly pulling back just enough to prevent any further distraction. She looked around, chewing her bottom lip before quickly fetching her signature black cloak. It was worn, a few tears, and nothing fancy - but if was something. More akin to a blanket really.

"I pr(o-o)mise n(o-o)t t(o-o) be long, yeah?"She draped it around her matesprit's shoulders almost like a shawl, getting it comfy and adjusted. You know, just a little something to hold onto until Mioruu returned right by her side. Finally, she pulled back the rest of the way to admire the sight of her beloved with a faint dusting of lime at her cheeks. Ohhh, she really was the luckiest troll on all of Alternia with a sweetheart like Celest...

"H(o-o)ller if ya need anything, y'kn(o-o)w I'll always c(o-o)me running," The small smile, though it was more subtle than her earlier grimace - was far more sincere, less tension. More warmth, and an utter sense of adoration.

For now? She'd be busy in the shop, and soon enough, shed venture out - set everybody up around the hive, and be back inside to wait.

[windy-trickster]

"Alright..." -> She muttered softly, her hands coming up to hold onto the cloak that was so lovingly placed around her shoulders. She breathed out, watching her matesprite briefly before turning, making her way towards the living room area. -> 'Things will be okay', she kept telling herself over and over again. 'Things will be okay', she just needed to keep saying that, keep thinking that, and maybe, just maybe, things WOULD be a okay. -> She's always been someone to try and look on the brighter side of things. Emphasis on "try".

[windy-trickster]

for Doleos: 2, 9, 10, 22, and 37 for the nosy ask meme

2. Shoe size.

"You got some weird thing for feet? Why do you ⋂eed to k⋂ow that?" 9: Got any piercings? 10: Want any piercings? "⋂o. A⋂d ⋂o, ⋂ot really." 22: What I want to be when I get older

"You're reeeeeeal fu⋂⋂y for thinking we get a choice!" 37: One of my insecurities "Hmm... Why would I tell you that? Haha."

[muttsalternia]

-> She can hear the noise, the commotion, her matesprite's up to something, isn't she? She breathed out, making her way towards the sounds. "Mi☽0ruu?" - @windy-trickster

The workshop is in a right state of disarray. Tools are cluttered about, most scuffed and re-wrapprd in a valiant attempt to salvage their usage. Several workbenches are littered with old parchments done in charcoal and ink - and several prototypes of soqme form of traps or small gadgets are strewn about.

And in the middle of it all, a Limeblood is half leaned over one of the most prominent benches. Head somewhat tilted down to a scrawl of notes and diagrams. The sound of the Jadeblood woman's voice cuts through the fog within Mioruu's mind. Slowly, as if caught redhanded, those goggle-clad eyes shift to glance at Celest.

"Ah- Cel! I didn't, think y(o-o)u'd- c(o-o)me p(o-o)ppin' y(o-o)ur pretty head in here. G(o-o)g, such a mess I kn(o-o)w- was I being t(o-o)(o-o) loud?"

A strained smile crosses her lips, followed by a breathless chuckle that lacks any true mirth.

[windy-trickster]

"N☽0." -> She looked around and lifted up her dress a little, making her way over to her matesprite. Her expression was tense, eyes shifting around nervously, as if she was scanning, searching, looking for something, someone, that could be possibly hiding away. -> She sighed, shaking her head and looking down at her matesprite. She's worried, scared. "Have... Y☽0u f☽0und ☽0ut anything ab☽0ut that knife?"

[muttsalternia]

Celest would only want the truth, wouldn't she? That sat heavy and ugly in Mioruu's throat, down to her bloodpusher. She remained quiet for a few beats, it almost seemed as if she would dismiss it. Not out of cruelty, but moreso to try valiantly to keep the illusion of her being protective, of being the still-clever, still-tough.

But now she was out of her depth, shaken, and on top of it - Celest was scared. That's what dug deep into her consciousness.

"That knife? Yeah, that..." Mioruu's brow was slick with a faint gloss of sweat, fingers twitching against the surface of the desk. She looks at her matesprit right in the eyes, before glancing towards the desk. The prototype remains in front of her, material glinting in the dim light of her work station.

"F(o-o)rmal name? Can't say, but it's purp(o-o)se? I mean, hell, it's never supp(o-o)sed t(o-o) be a wh(o-o)le piece like this. A whole(o-o)le knife (o-o)f the stuff. It's usually used just t(o-o) (o-o)nly c(o-o)at and line a blade,(o-o)r t(o-o)(o-o)l. It's known for being t(o-o)ugh, barely scratches, keeps sturdy... Stuff that lasts f(o-o)r... T(o-o) l(o-o)ng."

Mioruu grabs the handle of it, letting the blade shine in the light. There's a crease at the corner of her lips, and there's a green mark at her bottom lip from where she must've bitten down and chewed at it.

"That's n(o-o)t the c(o-o)ncerning part. It's the scarcity of it... This? Y(o-o)u don't just find it (o-o)n the gr(o-o)und, or buy it from s(o-o)me market. Y(o-o)u either l(o-o)(o-o)t already p(o-o)lished material, (o-o)r..."

"Y(o-o)u g(o-o) and find the s(o-o)urce of it raw. And, by the l(o-o)(o-o)ks of it... S(o-o)me(o-o)ne is sniffing ar(o-o)und for it. And... Those folks? They ain't ever kind."

Not to potential competition, but also. Not if they find out something else lurking out here... Something with rich, lime-hued liquid gold running through their veins. Something that could probably, easily, fetch far more than any stupid rock or mineral.

[windy-trickster]

-> Oh. That didn't sit well with her, not in the slightest. Her mouth pulled into a thin line as she listened to her matesprite talk and talk, her fangs almost appearing to disappear within her mouth. -> She hates this. -> She doesn't like where this could be going. "S☽0." -> She began, trying to pick and choose her words carefully. All of this was... A lot for her, maybe a little too much, but she couldn't just ignore this. They could be in serious danger. "I... I feel like there's a chance we're in really big danger, Mi☽0... And I just- I d☽0n't kn☽0w. I'm scared."

[muttsalternia]

"I'm,"

Mioruu trails off. The limeblood takes a breath. That fear, utter dread, is palpable and thick on her tongue. It makes her ill. She forces herself away from the desk, letting the found knife drop onto the metal tabletop as she crosses the room to where Celest is.

"I'm trying t(o-o) get s(o-o)mething w(o-o)rked (o-o)ut for us, Cel, I am," Her voice is as earnest as she can make it, but the smile of comfort she offers doesn't reach easily. But she's trying, so hard, for her. For them both. Mioruu reaches a calloused hand up to Celest's cheek, allowing her thumb to gently caress a light swipe across her cheek.

If the scattered traps and plans across the place was anything to go by, if the fact Mioruu has been pacing around here like a restless soul has been any indicator... Then she truly was. But they couldn't just run or leave, not with this terrain. Not without being caught worse off by either whoever was snooping around or by the natural terrors of the barrenlands.

...

"D(o-o) y(o-o) trust me t(o-o) keep y(o-o)u safe?"

[windy-trickster]

"☽0f c☽0urse I d☽0." -> Honest. Celest has always been an honest troll, she'd hate herself if she ever told a lie, no matter how small it could possibly be. She's not a liar, she hates lying in general. "I just..." -> She looked away, her hands coming together as the Midblood played with her own fingers. "I just... W☽0rry that even with defenses, s☽0mething bad will happen. There's this... Sinking feeling in my st☽0mach."

[muttsalternia]

"Hey,"

"Y(o-o)u kn(o-o)w, n(o-o) matter what... I'll be here, always, f(o-o)rever and as l(o-o)ng as I can be," Even when the Jadeblood looked away, Mioruu kept her own gaze steady. Letting Celest process it all, not forcing her gaze back to meet her own, and overall just being there. Her hand moved from her matesprit's cheek to settle lightly on one shoulder. Giving a tentative squeeze, as if to affirm her presence.

"I l(o-o)ve y(o-o)u, s(o-o), s(o-o) much,"

[windy-trickster]

-> She fell silent, her eyes lingering on her lover's hand before she finally seemed to relax, her shoulders slumping and her entire body softening up. She could trust Mioruu, she always could. "I l☽0ve y☽0u t☽0☽0..." -> She smiled softly, moving closer to her matesprite and hugging onto the smaller woman tightly,, resting her head atop of her lover's. "Thank y☽0u."

[muttsalternia]

"H(o-o)w ab(o-o)ut this, mh? We get'cha nice and c(o-o)mfy, and I'll finish up in the sh(o-o)p... Get the sens(o-o)rs 'n traps laid (o-o)ut, and I'll be right with y(o-o)u inside, m'kay?"

The Limeblood nuzzled up under Celest's chin, pressing a chaste kiss against her jawline. Right, yeah, easy does it. Mioruu has got this. Finish the traps, set them around, catch the perp who's snooping around and be done with it! Once its set, it's all about protecting her beloved Jadeblood.

[windy-trickster]

"Alright... That s☽0unds nice..." -> She tilted her head slightly at the kiss, a soft giggle escaping from her. This felt nice, having her mind and body be put at ease by her matesprite's words. "I'll g☽0... Rest in the living r☽0☽0m..."

[muttsalternia]

-> She can hear the noise, the commotion, her matesprite's up to something, isn't she? She breathed out, making her way towards the sounds. "Mi☽0ruu?" - @windy-trickster

The workshop is in a right state of disarray. Tools are cluttered about, most scuffed and re-wrapprd in a valiant attempt to salvage their usage. Several workbenches are littered with old parchments done in charcoal and ink - and several prototypes of soqme form of traps or small gadgets are strewn about.

And in the middle of it all, a Limeblood is half leaned over one of the most prominent benches. Head somewhat tilted down to a scrawl of notes and diagrams. The sound of the Jadeblood woman's voice cuts through the fog within Mioruu's mind. Slowly, as if caught redhanded, those goggle-clad eyes shift to glance at Celest.

"Ah- Cel! I didn't, think y(o-o)u'd- c(o-o)me p(o-o)ppin' y(o-o)ur pretty head in here. G(o-o)g, such a mess I kn(o-o)w- was I being t(o-o)(o-o) loud?"

A strained smile crosses her lips, followed by a breathless chuckle that lacks any true mirth.

[windy-trickster]

"N☽0." -> She looked around and lifted up her dress a little, making her way over to her matesprite. Her expression was tense, eyes shifting around nervously, as if she was scanning, searching, looking for something, someone, that could be possibly hiding away. -> She sighed, shaking her head and looking down at her matesprite. She's worried, scared. "Have... Y☽0u f☽0und ☽0ut anything ab☽0ut that knife?"

[muttsalternia]

Celest would only want the truth, wouldn't she? That sat heavy and ugly in Mioruu's throat, down to her bloodpusher. She remained quiet for a few beats, it almost seemed as if she would dismiss it. Not out of cruelty, but moreso to try valiantly to keep the illusion of her being protective, of being the still-clever, still-tough.

But now she was out of her depth, shaken, and on top of it - Celest was scared. That's what dug deep into her consciousness.

"That knife? Yeah, that..." Mioruu's brow was slick with a faint gloss of sweat, fingers twitching against the surface of the desk. She looks at her matesprit right in the eyes, before glancing towards the desk. The prototype remains in front of her, material glinting in the dim light of her work station.

"F(o-o)rmal name? Can't say, but it's purp(o-o)se? I mean, hell, it's never supp(o-o)sed t(o-o) be a wh(o-o)le piece like this. A whole(o-o)le knife (o-o)f the stuff. It's usually used just t(o-o) (o-o)nly c(o-o)at and line a blade,(o-o)r t(o-o)(o-o)l. It's known for being t(o-o)ugh, barely scratches, keeps sturdy... Stuff that lasts f(o-o)r... T(o-o) l(o-o)ng."

Mioruu grabs the handle of it, letting the blade shine in the light. There's a crease at the corner of her lips, and there's a green mark at her bottom lip from where she must've bitten down and chewed at it.

"That's n(o-o)t the c(o-o)ncerning part. It's the scarcity of it... This? Y(o-o)u don't just find it (o-o)n the gr(o-o)und, or buy it from s(o-o)me market. Y(o-o)u either l(o-o)(o-o)t already p(o-o)lished material, (o-o)r..."

"Y(o-o)u g(o-o) and find the s(o-o)urce of it raw. And, by the l(o-o)(o-o)ks of it... S(o-o)me(o-o)ne is sniffing ar(o-o)und for it. And... Those folks? They ain't ever kind."

Not to potential competition, but also. Not if they find out something else lurking out here... Something with rich, lime-hued liquid gold running through their veins. Something that could probably, easily, fetch far more than any stupid rock or mineral.

[windy-trickster]

-> Oh. That didn't sit well with her, not in the slightest. Her mouth pulled into a thin line as she listened to her matesprite talk and talk, her fangs almost appearing to disappear within her mouth. -> She hates this. -> She doesn't like where this could be going. "S☽0." -> She began, trying to pick and choose her words carefully. All of this was... A lot for her, maybe a little too much, but she couldn't just ignore this. They could be in serious danger. "I... I feel like there's a chance we're in really big danger, Mi☽0... And I just- I d☽0n't kn☽0w. I'm scared."

[muttsalternia]

"I'm,"

Mioruu trails off. The limeblood takes a breath. That fear, utter dread, is palpable and thick on her tongue. It makes her ill. She forces herself away from the desk, letting the found knife drop onto the metal tabletop as she crosses the room to where Celest is.

"I'm trying t(o-o) get s(o-o)mething w(o-o)rked (o-o)ut for us, Cel, I am," Her voice is as earnest as she can make it, but the smile of comfort she offers doesn't reach easily. But she's trying, so hard, for her. For them both. Mioruu reaches a calloused hand up to Celest's cheek, allowing her thumb to gently caress a light swipe across her cheek.

If the scattered traps and plans across the place was anything to go by, if the fact Mioruu has been pacing around here like a restless soul has been any indicator... Then she truly was. But they couldn't just run or leave, not with this terrain. Not without being caught worse off by either whoever was snooping around or by the natural terrors of the barrenlands.

...

"D(o-o) y(o-o) trust me t(o-o) keep y(o-o)u safe?"

[windy-trickster]

"☽0f c☽0urse I d☽0." -> Honest. Celest has always been an honest troll, she'd hate herself if she ever told a lie, no matter how small it could possibly be. She's not a liar, she hates lying in general. "I just..." -> She looked away, her hands coming together as the Midblood played with her own fingers. "I just... W☽0rry that even with defenses, s☽0mething bad will happen. There's this... Sinking feeling in my st☽0mach."

[muttsalternia]

"Hey,"

"Y(o-o)u kn(o-o)w, n(o-o) matter what... I'll be here, always, f(o-o)rever and as l(o-o)ng as I can be," Even when the Jadeblood looked away, Mioruu kept her own gaze steady. Letting Celest process it all, not forcing her gaze back to meet her own, and overall just being there. Her hand moved from her matesprit's cheek to settle lightly on one shoulder. Giving a tentative squeeze, as if to affirm her presence.

"I l(o-o)ve y(o-o)u, s(o-o), s(o-o) much,"

[windy-trickster]

-> She fell silent, her eyes lingering on her lover's hand before she finally seemed to relax, her shoulders slumping and her entire body softening up. She could trust Mioruu, she always could. "I l☽0ve y☽0u t☽0☽0..." -> She smiled softly, moving closer to her matesprite and hugging onto the smaller woman tightly,, resting her head atop of her lover's. "Thank y☽0u."